Self-Criticism Report

  I've been staying in Xiaobailou all this time, I feel like if I stay any longer, I'll be fermented. I'm not the kind of woman who stays at home contentedly. Seeing that dinner is again a heavy flavor dish, I just can't get excited.

  I went upstairs, opened the drawer and saw it was full of red banknotes. I consoled myself that taking 20 or 30 thousand shouldn't be a problem, after all, I couldn't always let Ba Wang sleep with me for free! So I confidently threw two stacks of money into my bag.

  I told the middle-aged woman to go out, she quickly gathered her bowls and followed closely behind me. I ran to a restaurant for dinner and then entered a relatively classy bar.

  The middle-aged woman's face didn't look too good, it was clear that she didn't want me to enter the bar, but I couldn't care less, now I'm feeling depressed! As long as I'm comfortable, that's all that matters. Actually, when I'm in the bar, I don't do anything either, just sit on a stool and watch the people around me.

  The Xiao Bai Lou was gloomy and depressing, I just wanted to stay in a crowded place for a while, have some drinks, occasionally there would be waiters telling me that there were men asking to buy me drinks, I smiled at them and continued drinking.

  Suddenly, a boy of about twenty rushed to my front and asked if he could hug me. There were whistling sounds from behind him, it seemed like another group of young people playing the game of truth or dare. I had experienced similar things with Chen Sang before, some of which were too excessive and required kissing. I said yes, and he bowed his head to hug me. He told me that he and his classmates were having a gathering and asked if I wanted to join their table.

  I'd rather follow him than sit alone, so I went with him. I didn't expect to see a beauty like her in a bar, she was dressed casually, but her temperament was evident, and no matter how you looked at her, she was stunning.

  She pretended not to know me, and I naturally wouldn't break the ice. When I arrived, the boys immediately started teasing, laughing and joking that they would give up their seats for the beauty, so I sat down next to her. She has a relatively cold personality, rarely speaks, but among the six boys present, two people have a crush on her, men are like this! Deep down, they all like to fantasize about the cold beauty becoming a ball of fire in their arms.

  Their topic was quite bold, for the first time, what posture do you like? However, I've long been accustomed to hearing such words, and the guests at the nightclub say even more vulgar things. Looking at their still tender faces, they're only in their early teens, I feel like they're my own little sisters.

  I don't know who started it, but the guy who hugged me just now wants to have a drinking contest with me. If I lose, I'll call them "oppa". Looking at them makes me want to laugh, so I gladly accepted, but I said if we're going to compete, let's do vodka, beer is no fun.

  After three cups, the boy couldn't take it anymore. I've been practicing my drinking capacity for three years, how could I possibly not be able to handle these little brats?

  The girl with the crimson hair asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom together, I looked at her suspiciously, it seemed like she had something to say to me, I nodded and walked with her, the male voice behind us jeered that he would play the role of a knight protecting the princess, I turned around and waved my hand at them.

  There were several people leaning against the wall in the corridor, apparently having had too much to drink. I and Akane entered the restroom, and indeed it was a high-end bar - I didn't see any disheveled drunkards or vomit scattered about everywhere.

  There are other people in the bathroom too! Chiye pulled me into a cubicle and quickly closed the door. I guarantee that the people outside must be thinking wildly, and sure enough, someone said "So urgent!"

  She is a bit taller than me, but she has more presence. She leans against the wall, looks at me with a slanting gaze and says that if I also want to give her a try, it's not necessary, she doesn't want to fight for dominance at all.

  She listened to her tone and Wen Hui also ran to find her, probably said something like "you're just a plaything"! Otherwise, the red color wouldn't have such a big reaction. I told her that I hadn't thought of finding her at all, meaning that today's encounter was coincidental. She clearly didn't believe it and looked me up and down.

  I'm too lazy to stay with her anymore, as I turned around, she said behind my back that she was also forced to find the tyrant. I really don't believe it, her mother followed Li Ze Yuan, at least in Shenzhen, everyone would give Li Ze Yuan some face, what's her helpless situation? It's really ridiculous, she went to the nightclub to be a hostess, not because she's a young lady with nothing to do, looking for excitement?

  Hong said you don't believe it anyway, I took the lead and opened the door, she turned around and looked at me sideways, she said you'd better keep your mouth shut.

  I was actually threatened by Huang Mao, I've never been a big shot, while washing my face, I deliberately splashed the water in my hand onto Chi's red face, and then strode out.

  After leaving the bar, I sobered up a bit and felt that I was too reckless. Chen San didn't even dare to provoke Xiao Hong, but I took the initiative to provoke her. Lately, I've been feeling like my life is too long.

  My drinking capacity has decreased, I had several cups of vodka just now, and the alcohol is taking effect. I'm walking unsteadily. A middle-aged woman helped me into the house. As soon as I entered, I had a bad premonition. I looked up to see the tyrant sitting on the sofa staring straight at me.

  I was startled, it's really terrifying. The tyrant ordered the middle-aged woman not to support me, and the middle-aged woman immediately withdrew her hand. My body was originally leaning against the middle-aged woman, and I lost my support for a while, I couldn't stand firm and fell towards the shoe cabinet, I almost knelt down on the ground.

  It really wasn't just any pain, I let out a loud cry and grasped the edge of the shoe cabinet with great effort to climb up. The tyrant's eyes were still staring at me dead-on, that gaze gave me goosebumps.

  A few days ago, I called Song Mu Zhi's phone and he was already angry. Today, I got drunk again and he was even more dissatisfied. Originally, I still wanted to smile and greet him, but Ba Wang sarcastically said, "You're really capable! You came back drunk. If no one was watching, would you have gone to a hotel with that little white face?"

  He spoke sharply, his gaze at me was like a prostitute's. Anyway, I'm just a young lady in his eyes, and indeed I am. Maybe it's the courage from drinking, not as afraid of him as usual, really don't want to bother with him anymore. I said you can think whatever you want, suit yourself.

  As soon as I finished speaking, I walked upstairs. Ba Wang strode over and grabbed my hair from behind. Damn it, that bastard deserved to be killed a thousand times. He always grabs my hair at every turn. He said who gave you the guts to speak to me with an attitude?

  My scalp is all numb, I turned around with a smile and said are you satisfied? If you're satisfied, can you let go of your hand.

  My hair is particularly prone to breaking, which is a leftover symptom from perming it too many times in the past. Ba Wang's hand gave a strong tug upwards and I could clearly feel my hair being pulled out of my scalp. I was so anxious that I almost cried - I hate it when people touch my hair, but this bastard Ba Wang always grabs at it without hesitation.

  He narrowed his eyes and said fiercely, "Weren't you very arrogant just now? How did you change your face so quickly. You bastard, even if I were more arrogant, I wouldn't be worth a finger compared to you."

  I'm really worried that if he pulls any harder, a clump of hair will fall out and it'll be ugly. I raised my hand to grab his hand, and with a smile, I said I was wrong. In an instant, he turned back into a turtle hiding in its shell, the fearless attitude from just now only lasted for a second.

  The Overlord pointed at my forehead with his finger and said, "I thought you had become more spirited!" My eyes darted straight to his hand, thinking in my heart: Big Brother, can't you let go first before talking to me? The Overlord looked at me with interest and asked, "Tell me, where did you go wrong?"

  Looking at his arrogant expression, I wanted to pour a basin of cold water on him. I told him that he shouldn't be so presumptuous with me. He patted my cheek and said, "Apologize with the right attitude, stand up straight for me."

  No way! Big brother, you can't treat people like that! But he still had a big handful of my hair in his hand. I reluctantly closed my legs together, and he sternly told me to straighten my waist and report before speaking.

  He looked at me and said, "Your attitude is quite sincere. Make a profound self-criticism regarding the events of the past few days and today. Go upstairs and write a 1,000-word self-criticism report."

  I rolled my eyes as soon as I heard what he said, didn't he intentionally want to play me? A 1,000-word self-criticism essay, it's been N years since I last held a pen, and I might not even know how to write characters anymore. After he let go, I saw my hair floating down, and I lamented in my heart, "My hair!" I counted them, oh heavens! Eight strands of hair.

  The tyrant lifted his foot and gave me a kick, making me roll up to take a bath, disgusted with the smell of wine on my body. I couldn't wait to get out of there quickly, but after just a few steps, the tyrant shouted at me from behind, saying that he wanted me to hand in a self-criticism paper within an hour. I even suspected that it was not me who had been drinking, but the tyrant instead. As soon as our eyes met, his fierce gaze made me turn around and run upstairs immediately.

  To be honest, I've never written a self-criticism essay in my twenty-something years of life. In school, I was always a good student and only received praise from teachers. While the monitor was taking a bath, I quickly took out my phone with my back to him, searched online, made some minor changes, and finished writing a lengthy self-criticism essay.

  When the Overlord came out of the bathroom, I handed him the letter of self-criticism. He sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at it and handed it back to me, asking me to read it aloud. I almost knelt down before the Overlord, Master, please spare me, okay?

  The tyrant glanced at me and said while wiping his hair with a towel, "Lu Xiaowen, don't think that by changing a few words, I won't know where your self-criticism came from. I told you to read it, so you read it. If you're not satisfied, I'll make you stand guard."

  Even the sentry posts have appeared, I refuted with discontent, saying that I am not his subordinate soldier and don't want to read it. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Old man has written a self-criticism today, you bastard, can't you write? You read it for old man."

  I think I understand now, he was scolded by someone else and then shifted his anger to me. He kicked me again and said "What's with the mumbling? I told you to read it out loud, so read it out loud! Louder!"

  I gritted my teeth and cursed him in my heart, thinking he was sick, perverted, completely a bandit at heart, not doing well himself but not letting others live either. But looking at his appearance, I didn't do as he said, or else he would have made me stand all night, how neurotic is that!

  I had no choice but to start reading aloud, Bawang was in a good mood, so he poured himself a glass of wine and sat down on the bed, listening to me read my self-criticism while drinking red wine.